Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect

CUMBEEIAND BALLADS.
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* Suin, where I lay, appear’d thy ghost,
E An’ whisper’d, thou wert drown’d—0 Wully!
I The muin was up, in vain T sowt
The stiffen’d corpse o’ theyne, lost Wully!
f ’Twill suin, suin mingle wi’ the dust,
i An’ nar it, sae wull meyne—0 Wully!
Gang, dry your tears, my bairns five!
i Gang, dry your tears o’ sorrow, dearies!
f Your fadder’s cares are at an en,
| An’ sae may ours, to-morrow, dearies!
THE LASSES OF CAREL.
;l The lasses o’ Carel are weel-shep’d, and bonny,
But he that wad win yen mun brag of his gear;
You may follow, and follow, till heart-sick and
weary.
To get them needs siller, and f eyne claes to wear:
t They’ll catch at a reed cwoat, leyke as monie mack-
And jump at a fop, or e’en lissen a fuil; [rel,
Just brag of an uncle that’s got heaps of money,
Anddeil a bitodds if you’ve ne’er been at schuil!
I yence follow’d Marget, the twoast amang awmaks,
And Peg had a red cheek and bonny dark e’e;
But suin as she fan I depended on labour,
She snurl’dupher neb, andnae mairluik’datme:
This meks my words gud,nobbet brag o’ yer uncle,
And get a peer hawf-wit to trumpet yer praise,
You may catch whee you will, they’ll caress ye,
and bless ye—
1 It’s money, nit merit, they seek now-a-days!
s I neist follow’d Nelly, and thowt her an angel,
!■ And she thowt me aw that a mortal sud be;